The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 862

‘Jole. I’ve cut you some slack before, out of respect for the times you’ve helped me and Grandma.” Isaac said, his patience finally wearing thin. “But you shouldn’t keep pushing your luck.”

Joie felt a chill run down her spine under his intense gaze, her whole body trembling “Bro Isaac, it’s not what you think–I didn’t mean to

She scrambled for a plausible excuse, but nothing convincing came to mind.

Isaac stood up. His hand lifted in a silent command.

The bodyguards entered.

One of them held a knife that glinted ominously in the dim light.

Joie’s legs turned to jelly, and she stumbled backward. “Bro Isaac, what are you doing?”

“Her face-I don’t ever want to see it again.”

At isaac’s command, the bodyguards closed in.

Joie screamed, tears streaming down her face. “Bro Isaac, I’m really sorry, I know I was wrong. It hurts! Don’t touch me! Bro Isaac!” Her cries echoed throughout the room.

Time passed, and the air was thick with the smell of blood. Joie lay on the floor, too weak

to move.

“Get a doctor.”

discovering this, Joie smashed things in a fit of rage, nearly passing out

to mar her face. The thought of Isaac ever finding out about

Joie felt regret. If she had known Isaac could go to

Brittany arrived in Bright

taking care of business with Charles,

by the bar scene, having had a liberal upbringing in Craneville. He never turned down an opportunity, regardless of

his eye.

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and fended off would-be suitors, resting his chin

surely wasn’t planning on sticking with the Salter

drink. “I still need more

“Lovesick,” Charles teased.

wasn’t lovesick; she just didn’t want

with a couple of buttons undone, he

spot. As she walked past a partially open VIP room, snippets of conversation

hear Joie was

“Isaac’s doing.”